The Long Drive Home
by DizZyFiction
Summary: This is very much a 'what if' kind of story. What if Jim had stayed in Stamford? What if Stamford stayed open and there was no merger. How would Jam survive? Def. JAM ALERT. Please r&r.
1. Chapter 1

The cold breeze stung at her tear soaked cheeks, and her head hurt from trying to process everything that had just happened. All she could concentrate on was getting in her car and driving back to her empty apartment, anything was better than her current location. She was willing to go anywhere, as long as it meant she wouldn't have to see Roy's face. She had seen more than enough of him for a very long time.

She fumbled with her keys as she tried to open her apartment door. Roy had left her understandably shaken. The decor of her apartment did not do much to cheer her up. Her boring eggshell walls did no justice in representing her artistic abilities. She had been meaning to display some of her art for the longest time. All she had managed to put up was a candelabra Jim had gotten her on her last birthday. It looked very lonely on the wall by itself; it didn't even have any candles it in.

As she entered her bedroom she effortlessly undid all the buttons to her powder blue blouse, and slid off her black skirt. She added both items to her now over flowing clothes hamper. Every single aspect of her life had become such a mess over the last couple months. She tried, but couldn't remember when she had stopped caring.

She carefully stepped into the shower, desperately seeking out the scolding hot water. She just wanted to get the smell of beer out of her hair. So much of it had splashed on her as she escaped Roy's temper tantrum. The water was turning her extremely fair skin several different shades of red. If it was painful, she was completely unaware. Her body had gone completely numb.

After her shower, she changed into her most comfortable pair of sweats and a raggedy old tank top. This seemed to be her out of work uniform as of late. She grabbed the remote and tired to get comfortable on her couch. She let her body sink in, and was practically swallowed by the cushions and over sized pillows. Out of all the different outlets in her life, that couch was the only guaranteed comfort anymore. She turned on her television desperately trying to find something that would drown out her thoughts, some house flipping show caught her attention. She tried to apply some of the ideas to her own living situation. Her effort was useless, she wasn't going to forget what happened.

_"Are you kidding me, Pam? _Roy's voice was echoing through her mind. She could still hear the glass shattering against the walls at Poor Richards. He was probably still there ripping the plumbing out from the wall. It would be the last time he embarrassed her.

Every effort Pam made to pass the time failed miserably, and alphabetizing her CD's only took about 25 minutes. She decided a nice hot cup of tea might be just what she needed. As she was stirring in the sugar her cell phone started to ring. It was probably just Roy calling with his latest sob story excuse. She stirred her tea a few more times before she went searching for the phone. She rummaged through her purse, her phone always sank to the bottom. She followed the glowing light of the phones front screen but by the time she got to it, her phone had already stopped ringing. She flipped open her phone and was shocked to see that she had a missed call from Jim Halpert. She hadn't spoken to him in a while and was a little thrown off. Before she even had the chance to decide whether or not she had the guts to call him back, her phone was ringing again.

"Hello?" She answered. She did her best to disguise the utter excitement in her voice.

"Hey Beesly. I know this is a little out of the blue, but I'm just calling to check up on you." It was nearly impossible for him to disguise his nervous voice.

"Oh, I'm fine, just having my annual Friday night kegger. Nothing out of the ordinary." She smiled for the first time in what seemed like days. It always amazed her how easily Jim was able to make her smile.

"Wow, I don't know what I was thinking. I completely forgot what a hardcore alcoholic you are." He found comfort in the fact that she was joking around. The phone call he has received from Ryan that night had really worried him. He always worried about Pam when she fought with Roy. Now he sat in his car making the long road home.

"Jim, are you driving right now? You know the chances of getting into a car accident increase by…" She paused for a second, trying to come up with a somewhat believable figure. "By at least one billion percent." She giggled as she declared that statistic. Her mind was too clouded to be smart right now.

"A billion percent huh? Wow. I should probably pull over or something. Or even better yet, I'm pulling up on your apartment complex right now. I'll see you in a minute." With that he hung up his phone and got out of his car. He had times everything perfectly. He gave himself a mental pat on the back. He took a deep breath of Scranton air as he approached her building. It felt so good to be home.

For a split second Pam sat on her couch in complete shock. She scrambled into her bedroom and grabbed her favorite gray zip up. She fumbled with her messy hair, but it was no use. Jim was already knocking at her door.


	2. Chapter 2

His actions were quite brazen, which was very out of character for him lately. Now he stood quietly outside of her apartment door anticipating her greeting. He knew he surprised her and wasn't quite sure how she was going to react to him. He knew her normal Friday routine, and was sure he would find her in a simple pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. He loved seeing her like that, comfortable _and in her own element.__ He knew it had been a very long time since Pam had truly felt comfortable in_ anything she did. That was the number one thing that had always annoyed him the most about Roy, he never appreciated the real Pam. His trail of thoughts was quickly broken as soon as her heard her tiny footsteps approaching the door. He took a deep breath and tried to put on a brave face.

_"Jim Halpert." _She smiled at the sound of her own voice. It had been far too long since she had heard his name.

_"I know this is a surprise and all, but I was at least expecting a hello."_ He tilted his head and gave her one of his signature crooked smiles as he snuck between her and the door into the apartment. Pam watched him, a little amazed at how bold this fancy new Jim was acting.

_"I was so busy kicking everyone out that I must have forgotten my manners…" _She paused for a moment, looking up at him with bashful eyes. _"Hey."_ Without thinking too much, Pam wrapped her arms tightly around his torso. She took in a deep breath quickly remembering his familiar cologne.

He relished in the fact that she was so close to him. The drive from Scranton to Stamford was only a two hour drive, but it felt like they had been separated by entire galaxies. Almost automatically his hand raised and grabbed her cheeks. Without breaking the tight grip she had around him, he forced her to make eye contact with him. He wanted to see the tears they both knew she was trying so hard to hide.

" _I was afraid I would find you like this. Personally, I think it's a crime that someone like you is spending a perfectly good Friday night alone watching…" _He paused for a second, trying to figure out what she had been watching. _" Wow, you're watching The First 48. Pam, are you trying to make yourself feel worse?"_He had such a sweet smile on his face when he asked that she couldn't help but smile back.

_" I could just be researching a career in homicide." _She finally broke the hold she had on him, signaling for him to sit next to her on the couch.

_"Beesly, are you thinking about killing somebody? Am I putting myself in danger right now?"_ He took off his work jacket and through it over the arm of the couch.

_"Well, luckily for you I am willing to take that risk." _Jim plopped down on the couch next to her. He wrapped his long arms around her tiny frame and pulled her close. She gladly accepted his invitation to get close. She almost felt physical pain as she remembered how much she had missed his touch. They sat there for a few minutes in complete silence, just enjoying one another's comforting touch.

_"So, who told you what happened tonight?" _She knew he hadn't just shown up for the heck of it. Little did Jim know, Pam had known about he and Ryan's little alliance for a long time. She head heard Ryan on the phone with Jim one day after she and Roy had called off the marriage. From that point on she checked Ryan's voicemails weekly.

_"I have inside sources at all the Dunder Mifflin locations, I know pretty much everything that happens in and outside of the office. So, you're going to have to be a little more specific."_ He knew she wasn't going to talk about anything unless he dragged it out of her. She was always more then open to talk to him about her problems, accept when they involved Roy making a complete fool out of himself and her.

She twisted the draw strings to her sweatpants between her tiny little fingers. She wanted so badly to tell him everything that had happened since he had been in Stamford. It was hard for her to confess to him all the things that Roy had done wrong. Now she knew that all those months ago on Casino Night that Jim had been right after all. Although she knew it would be very out of character for him, she was afraid that Jim might pull an 'I told you do' and throw it in her face. She decided to be brave and throw everything out on the table.

_"Welp, I broke up with Roy. It's for real this time though. I saw something in his eyes tonight that I have never seen before. We were together for ten years, and tonight for the first time, I was truly afraid of him."_ Jim only tightened his grip around her small body. The thought of Roy scaring her even in the last made his skin crawl.

_"Did he just flip out over nothing, or did something set him off?" _Pam cringed as he asked that last question. She wasn't sure how to break it to Jim that he was again the reason they had ended everything.

"_Things were going pretty good for about a week or two. I had a lot of hope for us again. I just wanted us to have a fresh start, no secrets."_ Jim watched her intently, urging her to continue.

_"I told him about casino night."_ It was such a small statement, yet it explained so much. In the ten years that Pam and Roy were together they had only broken up twice. Jim had been the reason behind the destruction of this relationship twice now. In a sick way, this all seemed to give him some hope for the future.

_"Well, I for one think you did the right thing." _It was getting increasingly harder for him to hide his smile.

_"I'm glad you're finding humor in all of this." _Pam said sarcastically. Her head fell back against his shoulder and she closed her eyes.

_"It always come back to you, Jim Halpert." _Her own eyes shot open in shock of her new found bravery. Jim just sat there smiling, now it was his turn to confess.

"_Pam. Jan offered me the position of Michael's number two today. I accepted i__t."_ Pam looked up at him in complete shock, it was impossible for her to express the joy that she now felt deep inside her soul.

_"Welcome home, Halpert." _She wrapped her arms around him again, this time she didn't have to be afraid of losing him.

**Thanks to all who reviewed the first chapter. Personally, I like this second chapter a lot more. I think this story has another chapter or two left in it. Please continue to let me know what you think.**


	3. Chapter 3

No matter how great things were in her life, Pam always hated waking up to her obnoxious alarm clock. This Monday morning was absolutely no different. Her hand fished out from underneath her sheets as she searched for the snooze button. Every morning she gave herself ten minutes to wake up and remind herself that life was not that bad. Everything always seemed worse in the morning. She quickly pulled her hand back under the sheets searching for the warmth. Without having to think about it very much, she quickly remembered why the mornings weren't going to be so unbearable anymore. Her now chilled hand quickly found the heat of Jim's arm. Since he had returned to Scranton he was temporarily homeless, and she was very quick to offer him her apartment for as long as he needed. On Friday and Saturday night Jim insisted that he sleep out on the couch, he was very adamant about maintaining his reputation as a gentleman. On Sunday however, a horrible snowstorm had decided to blow over Scranton. There was a terrible chill in the living room and at some point during the night Jim had quietly snuck into her much warmer bed. She carefully shifted her body closer to his, careful not to wake him. She stretched her arms across his thin but muscular frame and felt his stomach expand as he took in a deep breath. She felt his hips rise as he stretched out his long legs and let out a grunt.

"Too cold out there for you?" Pam asked as she yawned for the first time that morning. She pulled the covers up to cover the both of them better.

"I tried to tough it out, but then all my toes went numb." He replied as he tried to rub the tired from his big round eyes. He extended his arms and pulled Pam in even closer. He wished they could lay like this, undisturbed for the rest of the day.

"I should really get up and check the roads." She said in a very unconvincing voice, wrapping her leg around his. She was entirely too comfortable to move.

"I've already heard a few cars sliding around in the parking lot. I'm sure it's not pretty out there. It was still coming down pretty heard when I snuck in here around three." He kicked his feet over the side of the bed and slowly sat up. He stretched his arms up towards the sky and let out another grunt as they fell back to the bed. His tall framed towered over her as he stood up from the bed. She watched him as he lifted back the curtain, careful not to let any of the light hit her early morning eyes.

"Well, it's gonna take a while to clean off our cars, but the roads look okay." Just as he finished Pam's house phone started ringing. Jim shot her an awkward glance and then looked at the phone. Pam didn't even budge, as if she knew who would be calling her at 7 a.m. After four rings her answering machine picked up.

"Hey there Pam-o-rama. Gooooood Morning! Just calling to let you know you don't have to rush to the office this morning. We're opening late because of this pesky weather. Just get there when you can, I've got a really big surprise for you! It's the best ever. Mmh, that's what she said. Okay goodbye." The exchanged smiles as Michael's message came to an end. Whenever there was inclement weather he personally called all of his employees, except Toby.

"Wow, he's got a big surprise for you today. Any guesses as to what that might be?" Jim teased her as he crawled back under the covers. He draped his left leg across the bottom half of her body and rest his head in the palm of his hand.

"I have my suspicions. I'm pretty sure it's a new computer, I've been bugging him for months now." She said as a smile crept across her face. She lifted her head and kissed his big nose.

Jim stood outside in the bitter cold scraping the ice from both cars. They had both decided it would be best to take separate cars to work. The last thing Pam needed was more rumors about her love life running ramped around the office. Just as he finished cleaning off Pam's car she emerged from her apartment. He loved the way her long bubble jackets and scarf looked. On this particular morning she was too adorable for words. She had used her extra time to get ready that morning by curling her hair. She had also left it down and the way the ringlets spiraled down her shoulders was almost breath taking. She held a paper bagged lunch in both hands.

"I packed us some lunch. All I had was turkey, I hope that's okay with you." She handed him a paper bag. The snow flakes were now starting to catch in her hair.

"That was very thoughtful of you Ms. Beesly." He said as he brushed a snow flake out of her eyelashes.

"Hey Jim, I really think that you should kiss me before I get in my car." She took a few steps closer to him.

"I mean we're going to be in the office all day, and you haven't kissed me yet this weekend. I just think we should get it out of the way so there is no temptation at work." Jim smiled as she struggled to make up excuses. She was still rambling as he bent down and kissed her softly. He had put off kissing her the entire weekend, he didn't want to push her or make her uncomfortable in any way.

"Th…That is much better." She smiled so big Jim was certain he could see all her teeth.

Jim sat in his car for about ten minutes after Pam had entered the building. They had been the only people there besides Michael. He knew if Michael had seen them walk in together he would have made some kind of immature comment. As he sat in his car looking at the old building he thought of everything that had happened there. It was amazing to him that he was able to be away as long as he was. As soon as the clock struck 10:10 Jim decided it had been long enough. As he sludged through the wet snow to the door he saw Roy's car entering the parking lot out of the corner of his eye. A thousand different hateful thoughts raced through his mind. He took comfort in the fact that he now had Pam, and he knew for a fact Roy was the last ting on Pam's mind. On the ride up he remembered all the awkward rides he and Pam had taken in that very elevator. The doors opened when he got to the second floor, and the first person he saw was his beautiful Pam sitting behind her desk.

"Hey Jim. Welcome back to the office. We sure did miss you here." Now the cameras were watching them, just waiting for one of them to get excited.

"Pam, wow. It's really great to see you. Did you do something different with your hair?" He asked as he leaned up against her desk.

"Yeah, I had some extra time this morning so…" She was quickly cut off as Michael came out of his office.

"Ah, Jim my man! How does it feel to be back in the old stomping grounds?" He paused for a second and took a few steps closer to Jim.

"Did you notice that Pam is still here. She is back on the market." Michael did his best impersonation of a whisper with that last part. Jim just shot a glance at Pam and tried desperately not to crack a smile.

"Wow, um, thanks for the heads up Mike." Jim said as he placed his bag down on his old desk. He quickly plopped down into his old chair and put his hands behind his head. All was finally right in his world. He was back in hid old 'stomping grounds' as Michael like to put it, and to top it off he had the best view in the whole joint.


	4. Chapter 4

**I just want to give a big thank you to everyone who has been reviewing this story. This is only my second story using The Office, so your kind words are very encouraging. It's hard to tell how long this story is going to be, I'm having a lot of fun writing it though! Since this part of the story is taking place at the office, I'm going to be doing some talking heads. They will be in BOLD.**

Only a few minutes went by before the rest of the Scranton branch employees started to filter into the office. First was Angela, she didn't bother to make eye contact with anyone as she quickly walked over to her desk. She quickly changed from her bright pink snow boots into a pair of penny loafers.

**"My feet are extremely…petite. I often have to buy my snow boots at Gap Kids. I got there a little late this season and pink was the only color they had left. They are a little loud for my taste."**

The next person to enter the office was Dwight. As soon as he got off the elevator he started to stomp the snow off his feet. After about thirty five very obnoxious stomps he finally made his way over to his desk. He nearly dropped his briefcase when he saw Jim smiling up at him from his old desk.

"Well, it's good to see you too Dwight." Jim said, still smiling. Dwight just slammed his briefcase down on his desk and shot Jim an evil stare.

"Michael!!" Dwight yelled as he ran towards his idols office.

"I still do not understand why he had to be brought back to out branch. Everything was going just fine without him Michael!" Dwight whined as he sulked on the floor next to Michael's desk.

"Dwight you are being absolutely prep-pop-star-us." Michael replied, obviously proud that he was able to use his word of the day in a sentence. Pam had bought him one of those calendars to help expand his vocabulary for his last birthday. What he didn't know was that Pam had made the calendar herself and misspelled all of the words. She found it to be her greatest achievement in the office yet.

"Michael I believe you mean preposterous. It means…" Dwight tried to correct Michael, but was quickly cut off.

"You know what Dwight, why don't you just shut it." Michael said as his eyes shot up to the camera.

**"Michael is a very smart business man, and if bringing back Jim is what he felt he needed to do, then I will support him. As for Jim, I understand he is now the number two in this office. I don't care what position he holds here, he will never hold my respect."**

"So Jim, what exactly made you come back to Scranton?" Kevin asked, obviously trying to pry. Oscar stood behind him wit his arms crossed just as anxious to hear an answer.

"It's pretty simple guys, they gave me a promotion and I took it." Jim replied as he put his last quarter inside of the soda vending machine. He knew what answer they were looking for, but his lips were sealed.

"Are you sure that's the _only_ reason?" Kevin was now obviously trying to fight back a smile.

"Yup, I'm pretty sure that's it." Jim replied as he grabbed a soda. He winked at the camera as he left the break room.

**"Yeah, there might be a few other reasons I came back to Scranton. The city has a lot to offer."**

As soon as they clock struck twelve Jim's stomach started to growl. All he could think about was the turkey sandwich he knew was waiting for him in the refrigerator. He got up from his desk and approached Pam who was currently devoting all of her attention to whatever was on her computer screen.

"Hey, you wanna take your lunch break now?" Jim asked, trying not to sound too excited. Pam quickly switched her focus from her computer screen to him.

"Yeah, that sounds good." She quickly got up from her chair and made her way to the front of the desk. As she got to Jim the sound of the front door slamming caught her attention. Roy stood in the small hallway, it was very obvious he was not happy. His face was slowly turning red and his breathing was heavy.

"Hey Halpert!" Roy screamed. He immediately headed towards Jim, his fists both clenched tightly. For a moment Pam saw the same anger in him that she had seen only a few nights earlier at Poor Richards. Before she could think any more about it Jim was pushing her out of the way. He quickly raised his left arm to block the oncoming assault. As soon as he saw an opportunity to connect Jim landed a hard right across Roy's face. Jim closed his eyes, afraid to see what Roy was going to do next. A loud thud forced him to open his eyes. Roy was no longer standing in front of him, he was now laid out on the ground. Jim immediately looked over to see Pam to see her reaction. She was already staring at him, her mouth wide open in shock.

Jim sat outside in his car in complete quiet, he didn't want to be around when Roy left. He decided to watch from afar instead. That had been the first time he had ever punched anybody, none the less knocked someone out. His fist was now suffering. In any other situation he would have been proud of himself, but he was unsure how Pam felt about everything that had happened. As soon as her name entered his thoughts, she was knocking on his passenger side door. He quickly unlocked the door. She got into the car without saying a word, they both sat in silence for a few minutes. Finally he could feel her looking at him.

"Michael took care of everything. Your not in any kind of trouble, he said it was an 'obvious act of self defense.'" She spoke for the first time in what seemed like hours. For Jim the words did not come as easily.

"Pam, I'm sorry. Everything just happened so fast in there…" His mind was still racing. Every thought fighting to be put into words.

"Jim, stop. I agree with Michael. Roy would have kicked your ass." She replied, still waiting for Jim to make any kind of eye contact with her. Tired of waiting, she grabbed his face in her cold hands.

"And besides, I have never seen anybody take Roy down, especially with one punch." Jim now let a little smile show.

"And to be completely honest with you, that was the bravest thing I have ever seen in my life." She scooted her body as close to him as she possibly could and kissed him. It was completely different then the kiss they had shared earlier that morning, there was so much more emotion behind it this time. When they finally broke from the kiss smiles had returned to both of their faces.

"Did they get it all on camera?" Jim asked, there was now a touch of cockiness to his voice.


	5. Chapter 5

He did not need an excuse when he crawled in to bed with her on that night. There words were unnecessary and only got in the way. His hands were trembling as he wrapped his arms around her small frame. It all seemed too much like a dream to him and he feared that he would soon wake up alone. After so many years of wanting her and not being able to have her, he couldn't help but feel like things were going too well. The reality of everything that had happened over those few short days came alive each time her sleeping body cuddled closer to him. Even as they both lay there in deep sleep they unknowingly held on to each other, there bodies one big tangled mess. After a few days he noticed his night shirts started to smell like her shampoo and her pillowcases like his cologne. By Thursday night he was using her washer and dryer, and on Friday he smiled when he realized his clothes smelled like her. They both found themselves counting down the hours until the weekend when they could finally be alone, without worrying about nosy co-workers and prying cameras. It was a wonder they made it through the first week without anyone catching on. Not even Michael had bothered them that much, only the occasional bad joke.

The last fifteen minutes of the work day were borderline painful. Pam found herself checking he clock just about every thirty five seconds. She didn't have any big plans for the weekend, the only thing she wanted to do was be with him. It didn't matter if they stayed home all day or if they went out to a romantic dinner. All she needed to be happy was him. At about five minutes to five she saw him getting up from his desk. She watched out of the corner of her eye as he put on his jacket and grabbed his bag. As he walked past her desk he said goodbye as he usually did. He patted the desk twice, the second time leaving a post it for her. They had become very good at note passing that week.

_ "I have to run a few errands. I'll see you in a little while. ;)" _She quickly crumpled the paper up and looked around. Everyone else was either staring blankly at there computer screen or getting ready to go. She peeked in to Michael's office only to find him asleep, his head resting on his key board. She contemplated letting him sleep there and locking the doors, but her conscience got the best of her. She walked over to him, stomping on the ground a little louder then she usually did. Ideally she wanted to wake him without touching him, but to no avail. She shoved at is shoulder moving his body from side to side. He mumbled something and then sat up immediately, almost as if he had forgotten where he was.

"I signed the expense reports yesterday." The right side of his face was almost a replica of his keyboard.

"No Michael, its time to go…home, to your house. It's the weekend." She looked back one more time before slipping on her jacket. Michael rubbed his eyes like a young child who had just woken up from his afternoon nap.

"It's a condo. I live in a condo, it's much better then a house."

On the ride home, Pam decided to stop at the local grocery store. She forgot how fast food disappeared when there was a man around. She was in and out fairly quick, only picking up the essentials; milk, bread, butter, cheese, and eggs. Jim had a given her a crash course in grilled cheese making almost every night after work. He really did have it down to an art form. It was also the first time in a very long time that she wasn't cooking every night. Jim was a very simple man, and Pam welcomed this new simplicity in to her life. She pulled in to her parking lot around quarter to six. She immediately noticed that her living room light was on, and that Jim's car was already there. She could see that he was sitting on the couch, hunched over something.

She quietly made her way up the stairs to her door, trying to sneak up on him. As she got to the top she realized her door was open a crack. Jim was really on top of his game, she couldn't get anything by him. The old door creaked as she slowly opened it. His eyes greeted her immediately, followed by a wonderfully crooked grin. There were pieces of paper scattered across her coffee table, and several plastic bags on the floor next to him. She closed the door behind her, kicked off her shoes, and let her jacket fall to the floor.

"Whatcha workin on over here?" She asked as she approached him. She cuddled up on the couch next to him, wrapping her arms around his waist. As she looked closer at the table, she immediately recognized the papers. The previous night Pam had dragged out several of her favorite water color paintings. They sat there for hours as she explained each piece and what it meant to her. The way he followed every word she said amazed her.

"Well, it's pretty apparent to me that these walls here are begging for some flare. So, I picked up a couple of these frames so you can properly display your art." He replied as he placed the final painting in its frame and put it with the rest. She felt her cheeks tighten as a smile escaped her lips. It felt so good to finally have someone who was proud of her talent.

"Jim, this is quite possibly the most amazing thing anyone has ever done for me. She felt a small tear slide down her cheek.

"I'm just exercising my interior decorating demons. Bare walls are so last year." He leaned down and kissed her forehead.

"You know what else is so last year?" She asked as she grabbed the bottom of his tie.

"You should probably fill me in, I was never very fashion conscience." He replied as he leaned down and kissed her softly.

"Your tie and shirt are definitely last year's trends, so you should probably take those off immediately. As a matter of fact, there is a garbage can in my bedroom." She was now standing in front of him pulling at his collar.

"Wow, you are not fashion crime free miss. I'm pretty sure your shirt is from the same collection." He quickly got up from the couch and pulled her in to his arms.

"I'm really glad your home." She whispered in his ear as he carried her towards the bedroom.

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**Thanks again for reading and reviewing everyone who did. This is the final chapter, let me know what you think!**


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